been words if he’d figured out which ones he wanted to say first and in
what order.
Naomie had to slap her hands over her mouth to keep from
laughing out loud. Jaime sounded as though he was ready to piss himself. She
wished she could see his face. He probably wore the
cornered-rabbit-in-the-wolf’s-den look well. Just imagining it had her pussy
throbbing. She fingered her clit. Pulling her top out of the way, she rubbed
her taut nipples against the woven wallpaper. The sound of Jaime’s fear was
getting her off in a way she didn’t want to analyze.
If the jealous-husband-confronting-the-lover routine got her
this hot all the time, she and Dane would have to do it more often. Not as
role-play. That didn’t have the same spark of reality, the same impact as
someone afraid for his well-being.
But Naomie and Dane had played long enough. Too much more
and Naomie would have to find a new gardener. She snatched up the check.
Turning to the door, she debated fixing her clothes—her skirt had shifted up to
her waist again and her top was askew, showing her breasts. She decided to
leave it.
She exited the office, headed straight for Jaime. He stared
at her with wide deer-caught-in-headlights eyes. And like a deer, he stayed
frozen as she ran into him, pressing her breasts against his chest and looping
one leg around his waist. She circled her hips so her pussy juices coated the
front of his pants.
Jaime came back to himself with a start and tried to back
up. Naomie tightened her leg and hugged his shoulders. Behind her, Dane molded
his front to her back.
He caressed her raised thigh from knee to pussy and back
again. To Jaime, he said, “Just fucking with you.”
“What? What? What?”
At least Jaime had figured out how to talk again. Naomie
kissed his chin. When he looked down at her, perplexed and disbelieving, she
ran her tongue over his lips. He started to talk and she took his open mouth as
an invitation to kiss him, exploring him with her tongue the way she hadn’t
that morning.
Jaime pulled back from the kiss. He put his hand over
Naomie’s face as a way to ward her off. She settled on licking his fingers one
at a time. He shook his hand away from her as he stared from her to Dane. “What
the fuck is going on?”
Dane said in an amused tone, “You took care of my wife this
morning. Thanks. I had to leave early and didn’t have time to do her. She gets
really bitchy for the rest of the day if she doesn’t get laid in the morning. I
owe you one.”
“Owe me one.” Jaime parroted the words as if he didn’t
understand their meaning.
Naomie said, “You’re going to owe him more than one. He’s
stopping by every morning for the rest of the week to make sure I have good
days while you’re doing overtime.” She kissed Jaime’s chin. “In fact he’s even
bringing a friend.”
“A friend. Good. You like threesomes.” Dane slid his hand up
the underside of Naomie’s thigh until the pad of his thumb nudged her asshole,
which he rubbed in lazy circles. She whimpered and thrust against Jaime’s
jean-clad arousal—an arousal that had reawakened once Naomie grabbed him.
Jaime asked, “Are you two for real? You’re really okay with
her fucking me?”
Dane nodded. “Yeah. So long as you and your friend stay away
from her ass—that’s exclusively mine—and you get her off, you can do what you
want.”
“For really real?”
“Truth.”
Naomie dangled the check in front of Jaime’s face. It was
time for him to leave. Dane was exciting her to the point she wanted more than
fingers. She had reached that point a while ago but the sensation was becoming
more urgent.
She said, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay? Once you and
your friend finish the yard work and get showered off, we can talk about what I
want and where I want it.”
Jaime took the check with a slow nod. “Yeah.”
Dane urged Naomie back with his fingers curling over her
clit. She dropped her leg and he pulled her against
what order.
Naomie had to slap her hands over her mouth to keep from
laughing out loud. Jaime sounded as though he was ready to piss himself. She
wished she could see his face. He probably wore the
cornered-rabbit-in-the-wolf’s-den look well. Just imagining it had her pussy
throbbing. She fingered her clit. Pulling her top out of the way, she rubbed
her taut nipples against the woven wallpaper. The sound of Jaime’s fear was
getting her off in a way she didn’t want to analyze.
If the jealous-husband-confronting-the-lover routine got her
this hot all the time, she and Dane would have to do it more often. Not as
role-play. That didn’t have the same spark of reality, the same impact as
someone afraid for his well-being.
But Naomie and Dane had played long enough. Too much more
and Naomie would have to find a new gardener. She snatched up the check.
Turning to the door, she debated fixing her clothes—her skirt had shifted up to
her waist again and her top was askew, showing her breasts. She decided to
leave it.
She exited the office, headed straight for Jaime. He stared
at her with wide deer-caught-in-headlights eyes. And like a deer, he stayed
frozen as she ran into him, pressing her breasts against his chest and looping
one leg around his waist. She circled her hips so her pussy juices coated the
front of his pants.
Jaime came back to himself with a start and tried to back
up. Naomie tightened her leg and hugged his shoulders. Behind her, Dane molded
his front to her back.
He caressed her raised thigh from knee to pussy and back
again. To Jaime, he said, “Just fucking with you.”
“What? What? What?”
At least Jaime had figured out how to talk again. Naomie
kissed his chin. When he looked down at her, perplexed and disbelieving, she
ran her tongue over his lips. He started to talk and she took his open mouth as
an invitation to kiss him, exploring him with her tongue the way she hadn’t
that morning.
Jaime pulled back from the kiss. He put his hand over
Naomie’s face as a way to ward her off. She settled on licking his fingers one
at a time. He shook his hand away from her as he stared from her to Dane. “What
the fuck is going on?”
Dane said in an amused tone, “You took care of my wife this
morning. Thanks. I had to leave early and didn’t have time to do her. She gets
really bitchy for the rest of the day if she doesn’t get laid in the morning. I
owe you one.”
“Owe me one.” Jaime parroted the words as if he didn’t
understand their meaning.
Naomie said, “You’re going to owe him more than one. He’s
stopping by every morning for the rest of the week to make sure I have good
days while you’re doing overtime.” She kissed Jaime’s chin. “In fact he’s even
bringing a friend.”
“A friend. Good. You like threesomes.” Dane slid his hand up
the underside of Naomie’s thigh until the pad of his thumb nudged her asshole,
which he rubbed in lazy circles. She whimpered and thrust against Jaime’s
jean-clad arousal—an arousal that had reawakened once Naomie grabbed him.
Jaime asked, “Are you two for real? You’re really okay with
her fucking me?”
Dane nodded. “Yeah. So long as you and your friend stay away
from her ass—that’s exclusively mine—and you get her off, you can do what you
want.”
“For really real?”
“Truth.”
Naomie dangled the check in front of Jaime’s face. It was
time for him to leave. Dane was exciting her to the point she wanted more than
fingers. She had reached that point a while ago but the sensation was becoming
more urgent.
She said, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay? Once you and
your friend finish the yard work and get showered off, we can talk about what I
want and where I want it.”
Jaime took the check with a slow nod. “Yeah.”
Dane urged Naomie back with his fingers curling over her
clit. She dropped her leg and he pulled her against
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